User blog comment:Sirlegoman/Rise of the East-RPG/@comment-27015000-20151025131032/@comment-26538658-20151027013418

"Don't mention it. The Sons of Brock are willing to fight for freedom anywhere in Mossflower. We strike from the shadows, yet are not one of them. We are the eyes of the night, the watcher from the skies. We are to heal the sck, give the humble strength, and make powerless those who abuse it. This is our purpose, our vow. It is by this we are bound until our days upon this earth end, and all bonds are raised, chains are cut, and we arrive at our final destination, Dark Forest Gates." Tiercel walked off to find one of his friends Nack the jay, who had returned with two bags of almonds.

"They're eating? Good." the female blue jay said as she dropped the bags. "We could see if that young mouse, the one leaning on a stick, could eat." she continued.

"Yes. Sir, would you mind waking your... son?" Tiercel asked motioning a wing over to the young mouse. He saw the mouse's whiskers twitch, and noticed a gash in the young beast's side. He turned to the older mouse, expecting an answer.